It was 5pm on Saturday afternoon and I found myself with a short window to knock out some emails that I had been trying to get to over the last few days. So, I hastily started up the laptop and started knocking them out, one by one.
Within 10 mins, I had responded to over half of my emails and I was on a roll.
That familiar sound instinctively made me turn in my chair to see my toddler at the WIFI switch. With one click, the signal on my computer faded out and so did my hopes of getting the last of the emails done.
Knowing I wouldn’t get back to these at least until Monday, I put my head in my hands and took a deep breath.
I had two options, to vent my frustration at my son in full knowledge that he had no concept of what he had just done or to take another deep breath and remind myself of what is more important, an email (that can really wait) or accepting my fate and spend the last 10 mins of my window playing planes with my boy.
Time with my family is what is most important to me, so I took my second deep breath and asked my son, in my best flight attendant voice “do you have your ticket sir?”.